Another one from Black Francis/Frank Black
– I’ve Been Tired
We were standing on a mountain top, where the cactus flowers grow,
I was wishing that the world would stop, when you said ‘we’d better go.’
Gringo Honeymoon, Robert Earl Keen.
Slid out of my dreams like a baby out of the nurse’s hand onto the hard floor of day.
When You Give it Away, Bruce Cockburn
I Met a Gin Soaked Barroom Queen in Memphis.
I may not always love you
But as long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I’ll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I’d be without you
God Only Knows, The Beach Boys
Just yesterday mornin’, they let me know you were gone
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can’t remember who to send it to
[apologizes if this has been mentioned before]
On a similar note:
In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory
In suicide machines
“Born To Run” - Bruce Springsteen
Prince has a solid record for opening lines
“Guess I should’ve known by the way you parked your car sideways that it wouldn’t last” (little red corvette)
“In France a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name” (Sign O’ the times)
“Put your hands into my pocket, grab on to my rocket”
‘Take Me’, KISS, from the ‘Rock & Roll Over’ album of 1976.
Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin’ my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp
They’re beginnin’ to boil
Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett
All the lines are great actually.
Or the version on National Lampoon’s Lemmings
(with Christopher Guest as James Taylor) :
Hitchin’ down the freeways of my soulful movie mind,
Baby why’d you treat me so unkind?
I miss your paisley curtains and your morning buttered toast,
But my highway toes are thumbin’ to the coast…
Farewell New York City, with your streets that flash like strobes,
Farewell to Carolina, where I left my frontal lobes…
Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand
Whose wine? What wine?
Where the hell did I dine?
Must have been a dream
I don’t believe where I’ve been
Come on, let’s do it again
Peter Framptom - Do You Feel Like We Do
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
The scars ain’t never going to mend in a hurry
Tear Stained Letter - Richard Thompson
In the dark who can see his face?
In the dark who can reach him?
He hides like a child
He hides like a child
Keeps his finger on the trigger
He can’t stand the day
Shoot out the lights
Shoot out the lights
Shoot Out The Lights - Richard and Linda Thompson
The silicone chip inside her head gets switched to overload
She shadows me in the mirror
She never leaves on the light
And some things that I say to her
They just don’t seem to bite
It’s all mixed up
The Cars, All Mixed Up
Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper, your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel, but I can’t make you think.
Your sperm’s in the gutter, your love’s in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels
To be thick as a brick.
Thick as a Brick, Part 1
Jethro Tull
Just put on some vinyl… (Music To Browse Dat Dope By).
First song came on, and I thought “Would this have been so popular when I was in school, if it weren’t for that first line?”
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school,
it’s a wonder I can think at all…
Sure, quite NSFW
More of the Surfers’ better openers.
- The Revenge Of Anus Presley
-Goofy’s Condern
(it pretty much ends up being a love song)
Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Today is National Margarita Day (2-22-22).
It synched up with Taco Tuesday here.
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left nor the right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life.
–Bobby Bare